Curse Return: Demon Void Girl Doesn't Want to Be a Weakling

Mashiro sat in the chair, with Murasaki lying across her lap, her hand gently stroking her, repeating this action to make her feel more at ease.

She didn't know how long she would have to wait, but she knew he would wake up.

From Sendai to Tokyo, from Saitama to the juvenile detention center, she chased after it all the way but still couldn't catch up. But there was one more thing she could do.

Wait here. No matter how long it takes.

Then, Hisahito Itadori's fingers moved.

The index finger twitched slightly at first, then the whole hand curled up, the knuckles bent and then relaxed.

Immediately afterwards, the line on the electrocardiogram monitor, which had been flat for several hours, suddenly jumped, and then began to rise and fall regularly.

Shoko Ieiri immediately stepped back and then called Satoru Gojo, saying, "Come over right away, he's awake, I don't know if it's Sukuna."

The boy's eyelids twitched, then he slowly opened them, focused for several seconds, and stared at the unfamiliar ceiling.

Then he slowly sat up, his vision gradually returned, and he saw the silver-haired girl standing in front of him.

Itadori blinked, looking somewhat puzzled, and said, "...Mashiro-nee?"

Mashiro stood there, looking down at him, then reached out and flicked him on the forehead.

"Don't lie there now that you're awake," she said, her tone unchanged from usual. "You said you'd save me dinner for tonight, and it's already the second day."

Huzhang paused for a moment.

Then, a smile slowly appeared on his face, which was still a little dazed from being resurrected. "Then I'll make breakfast."

His voice was still a little hoarse, but it revealed an irrepressible smile. "We've finished eating last night's food, so we have to make something new."

"Mmm." Mashiro stepped forward and gently hugged him.

When Huzhang was hugged, he stiffened for a moment.

Mashiro's movements were very gentle; she wrapped her arm around his shoulder, her silver hair brushing against his cheek, carrying a hint of shampoo.

She's not the type of person who would readily hug someone. I've known her for so long, and I've seen her kick people and kill with her eyes, but I've never seen her hug anyone.

“Mashiro-nee,” he said, his voice a little strained, “are you… angry?”

"No."

"Then why did you hug me?"

"Shut up." Mashiro's voice was very soft, her tone exactly the same as usual, but she didn't loosen her grip on his arm.

Itadori paused for two seconds, then carefully raised his hand and placed it on Mashiro's back, moving very gently.

“I’m back,” he said.

"I saw it."

"Um... I'm sorry. I made you worry. I didn't have time to make a call at the time, Fushiguro and Kugizaki were still inside..."

“I know,” Mashiro interrupted him. “You did what you were supposed to do. It was my fault for not making it. It’s all over now.”

Itadori opened his mouth, wanting to say "It's not your problem," but Mashiro didn't give him the chance.

She let go of his hand, took two steps back, and then tapped him on the head.

"Breakfast," she interrupted him.

"what?"

"You said you'd make breakfast, I'm hungry."

Itadori blinked, then grinned.

Her smile was exactly the same as when she was kicked by Mashiro and told to shut up.

Clean, radiant, yet pleading.

Okay. What would you like to eat?

"Whatever." Mashiro's lips curled up, deliberately making things difficult for him, her smile was quite cute.

His unusual expression startled Itsuji.

"The hardest thing to do is to just do whatever."

Tiger Stick came to his senses, scratched his head, and was about to say something when the door to the treatment room was kicked open.

The doorknob slammed against the wall with a louder thud than when Mashiro had rushed in earlier.

Ieiri Glass almost dropped the inspection tray she was carrying. She steadied the tray and looked expressionlessly toward the door.

Gojo Satoru stood there, his gaze piercing through the entire room, landing precisely on Itadori and Mashiro.

One sat on the bed, still looking dazed from just waking up from a coma, while the other stood by the bed, wearing a smile that was rarely seen on them.

The air was silent for about a second, and Gojo Satoru's expression shifted from serious to a subtle one.

He tilted his head, and the corners of his mouth slowly curved into a smile. "Oh, whispering to each other?"

Mashiro's smile froze. She turned to face him, her red eyes filled with murderous intent: "Didn't you learn to knock before you came in?"

“I knocked, you just didn’t hear it.” Gojo Satoru pulled his sunglasses down, revealing his unmistakable eyes. “Shoko called me and said Hisahito woke up and told me to come over quickly, because what if it’s Sukuna, right?”

“It wasn’t Sukuna.” Itadori raised his hand from behind, as if answering a question in class. “It was me, Itadori Yuujin. Sukuna went back. I woke up on my own.”

"I saw it." Gojo Satoru walked into the room with light steps.

He walked to the foot of the bed, put his hands in his pockets, bent down and looked closely at Khajiitsu's face.

He stared for a few seconds, then straightened up, his tone returning to its usual nonchalant tone, "Yeah, it's the real person. Su Nu wouldn't have such a silly expression."

Just as Itadori was about to protest, Gojo Satoru turned to Mashiro.

His tone was light and casual: "But speaking of which, that scene just now was quite touching. The older sister looked at her younger brother who had just returned from the brink of death and showed a smile that no one had ever seen before."

"Gojo Satoru, do you want to die?" Mashiro's tone dropped below zero.

"I didn't know you could laugh like that." Gojo Satoru completely ignored her warning, pushed his sunglasses back into place, and his smile remained unchanged. "Itadori-kun, your sister is really good to you."

Itadori glanced at Gojo Satoru, then at Mashiro's face, which was plummeting from zero to absolute zero.

He chuckled dryly twice: "Gojo-sensei, um, you'd better not say anything..."

"Why didn't you say so?" Gojo Satoru spread his hands, teasingly saying, "I always thought Mashiro-chan only knew how to kick people, but I only discovered today that she has such a gentle side."

Mashiro raised her hand, and a water ball condensed above her palm, its surface glowing with a sizzling blue light and accompanied by the sharp buzzing sound unique to high-frequency sound waves.

Gojo Satoru raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, but the smile on his face did not diminish at all: "Okay, okay, I'll shut up."

"late."

The water balloon was released from my hand.

Gojo Satoru did not dodge, but extended a single finger, the tip of which touched the surface of the water sphere.

The moment the limitless technique was activated, the water sphere stopped, less than three centimeters from his nose. The rapidly vibrating water molecules were separated by an invisible boundary, unable to move forward even an inch.

“It’s dangerous.” Gojo Satoru withdrew his finger, thought for a moment, and added, “But it’s more powerful than before. Did you learn something new from Saitama, that quasi-Special Grade fighter?”

"It's none of your business." Mashiro waved her hand, and the water ball dispersed into mist in mid-air, landing on the clean floor.

“Of course it’s related.” Gojo Satoru stepped forward. “After all, Hisahito is alive, which means their deadly trap didn’t work.”

He turned to Itadori: "Yujin, how are you feeling now? Is there anything wrong with your body?"

Huzhang stretched his arms, looked down at his chest, and felt his heart beating steadily inside.

"Nothing's wrong."

Itadori looked up at Gojo Satoru, his eyes filled with worry. "Sensei, what about Fushiguro and Kugizaki? Are they alright?"

"Kugizaki suffered a concussion and two broken ribs. Shoko said he'll be fine in three or four days. Fushiguro has bandages on his shoulder and face, but it doesn't affect his walking."

"Both of them are waiting for you to wake up. Kugizaki just woke up and asked how Itajitsu was. I told her you were dead, and she almost rolled off the bed and ran over."

"How can you say I'm dead?"

Gojo Satoru ignored him and nodded. "Saying that we should live a little longer is truly educational coming from the dead."

"Hey, who died?"

“You.” Gojo Satoru and Mashiro answered almost simultaneously.

One spoke in a flippant tone, the other in a flat tone.

Huzhang choked for a moment, opened his mouth, and finally just scratched his head.

Seeing him like this, Gojo Satoru couldn't suppress the smile on his face and patted him on the shoulder with a laugh.

"But you're right, it's good to live longer. So please don't die next time, my heart isn't good, I can't take that kind of shock."

"You have a heart problem?" Yuzhang believed him.

“No.” Gojo Satoru turned to Mashiro. “What are your plans now? Hisahito’s awake, and the juvenile detention center matter is almost settled. As for the higher-ups…”

"Keep things as we just said." Mashiro drew circles on the scabbard of Murasame with her fingers. "Then let the higher-ups think that Hisahito is really dead."

"What do you mean?" Huzhang didn't understand.

"That means you'll have to train secretly for a while," Gojo Satoru nodded and said with a smile.

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Chapter 28 Secret Training (4k)

Itadori blinked, looked at Gojo Satoru, and then at Mashiro.

They were waiting for one of them to say it was a joke, but no one did.

“Secret training,” he repeated, hesitatingly confirming, “does that mean I can’t go to class? Can’t go to the cafeteria? Can’t leave the house?”

“Another inch,” Gojo said.

"Then I can..."

"No matter what it is, it won't work."